Duke continued presenting his desire to Dominic. To him, it was now or never.
“I need you to fake an open proposal to her. This has to be done publicly.”
“But what is your reason for this uh…unusual request?” Dominic was still shocked.
“Because my daughter is out of control.” Duke didn’t see any point in mincing words. The guy had to know what was needed to know. “She is wild and badly behaved. And trust me, it is not because I have been a bad parent. It is just how she has turned out. And the sort of wayward behavior she constantly exhibits is a threat to my political goals. People no longer judge me by my personality. They are starting to judge me for her disgraceful behavior. If I don’t do something about it, I will lose my chances at becoming the mayor of Auckland just because I have an unruly daughter despite my good intentions and plans for this city.”
Dominic folded his arms and continued listening to Duke. He was still shocked but gradually he was starting to understand the politician’s plight and what was driving the desperate action he was prepared to take.
“I need someone to curtail her shenanigans. I need someone to keep an eye on her, to keep her in check. What I need you to do is first pretend to be her fiancé and then progress to wed her.”
Again, Duke proceeded to clarify his proposal. “I mean, a fake wedding and marital life.”
He waited a moment to allow his words to sink in. He knew that his proposal was a tough one and understood the need to allow the young man time to process and assimilate things.
“I assure you that I am going to pay you handsomely for this deal.”
“Sir, how is this deal going to help your political aspirations?”
“Well, it will give the media something positive to talk about my daughter. Marriage is something that inspires respect and brings responsibility. I mean, it makes a man and a woman look responsible, especially in the eyes of society. I am sure that you know that already. Don’t you?”
Duke did not bother to ask if the man was single or not. He believed that if he was in a relationship, he would mention it sooner or later.
“I understand your point,” Dominic responded still pondering over Duke’s proposal.
“Great. So, are you up for this deal?”
“How long is it going to last?”
“Just until the political wave dies down. I mean, from the campaign period to the elections proper and after a winner emerges. You know, until the elections are over. That should be in about eleven months.”
Dominic sighed thoughtfully as he tried to wrap his head around the situation. He did not even know why he was there listening to this outrageous proposal.
Was he being sympathetic to the politician or what? He wasn’t even one who cared about politics. So, he didn’t know why he was still there trying to assimilate Duke’s proposal.
If as a joke, someone had suggested that such an absurd proposal would be made to him, he would have been clear about his reaction. His reaction would be to immediately politely decline the offer and walk away. But here he was, seemingly indulging the man.
“I understand that this is a tough deal,” Duke said as though reading his mind. “That’s why I will give you some days to think about it. How many days do you think will enable you to think?”
“To be frank with you sir, a proposal like this is so overwhelming that no precise time is coming to me.”
Duke smiled with understanding. He could put himself in the young man’s shoes and didn’t see himself being able to make a decision anytime soon. And that was if he didn’t even reject the absurd proposal right away. He considered himself lucky since the guy was listening to him.
“Then let’s go with three days,” he suggested. “And I want to assure you that there is absolutely no pressure. But seeing how I like you already, it would be an honor if you accept this contract. Because what I need sincerely is your help.”
Duke’s humble and plea-rendered words resonated with Dominic in a heartfelt way. Still, he kept his body language stoic and unreadable, knowing that his proposal was a sensitive one.
Committing to such a deal without thinking would be foolishness and he was not stupid.
“Three days would be fine.” He said.
“Great. Here is my card.” Duke retrieved his business card and handed it to him. “So should I be expecting your response in the set time?”
“Sure,” Dominic confirmed.
“Okay.”
Dominic watched him press buttons on his phone for a while and seconds later, he received an alert on his phone. Upon checking, he saw that Duke had paid him handsomely for the day.
He looked at Duke. “Wow, that was way beyond what my service for the day was worth.” He said. “I am grateful, Sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“Sir, please I need you to understand that this will not be my motivation depending on whatever my response turns out to be.” Dominic clarified.
Duke chuckled. “I was not expecting it to be. Don’t worry, it is not a bribe. Your service was smooth and enjoyable.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we?” Duke rose to his feet and Dominic did the same.
Both men almost matched heights at around six feet but Dominic was slightly taller at six foot one.
“You’re tall,” Duke commented.
“As you are too, sir,” Dominic responded, making the man laugh as they both walked out of the restaurant, somewhat like friends who had known each other for longer.
***
That night, as Duke shared coffee with his wife in bed, they discussed his choice for Andra, and Carla was appalled.
“I can’t believe that you solicited the services of a taxi driver.”
“An uber driver.”
“Same thing.”
“A responsible and intelligent uber driver.” Duke corrected. “And handsome too. He is even taller than I am.” Duke sounded pleased with himself.
Carla could see that Duke was already taken with the man he had chosen for Andra.
Although she had always trusted his judgment, this one did not sit too well with her. Yes, Andra had never been nice to her but she still felt concerned. The girl was still her stepdaughter after all.
“Darling, I remember I mentioned that I will do my research and get someone. Why didn’t you even wait? Now you’ve selected a taxi driver and you’re branding him as responsible. What is responsible about him?”
“Don’t you trust my judgment anymore?”
“Not this time, I’m afraid. I mean, have you thought about Andra’s reaction when she finds out you’re setting her up with a taxi driver?”
“Whatever the case, don’t forget that this is for the media. It is not going to be a real marriage or anything. Even if I had found a doctor or lawyer or whatever, this is still a make-believe. All I need now is for the young man to accept this deal. That is my prior concern right now.”
“That young man does not stand a chance.” Carla declared.
“Don’t judge him by his profession.”
“I will get you someone better.” She offered to try to get him to change his mind.
“Fine. Get your candidate. But we will only talk about your candidate if the one I’m hoping for does not contact me or accept the proposal.”
“Anyway, for Andra’s sake, I sincerely pray that he does not contact you,” Carla said, still expressing her disapproval. “And even though he does, may it be to reject the proposal.”
“I reject that prayer of yours.” Duke refuted.
She shrugged. “I don’t even know why we are having this conversation.” She said. “Andra will never agree to this.”
Duke’s fixed gaze on Carla was resolute.
“It is not her call, but mine.” He declared.
Carla raised her hand in surrender. “Fine. As you wish.”
“Please, find it in your heart to forgive Mike,” Andra said gently. “I met him outside the house. He’s dying of guilt. He apologized to me. I promised him I’d talk to you. He’s been waiting for quite some time because you won’t talk to him, or take his calls, or respond to his messages. He’s torn.” At her words, Dominic felt the heat of his anger begin to melt. He remembered Mike’s earlier attempt to fix things. “I will try,” he said quietly. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” A pause passed between them. Then she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Dominic James.” His gaze softened. “I love you too, Andra Anderson.” “What now?” “We’ll see how the election turns out.” *** The next day, Duke Anderson issued a public statement. He had forgiven the young woman. He would not be pressing charges. The announcement sent ripples through the media. Praise poured in. His ratings climbed. People began to talk of his nobility. Forgiveness, they said, was a rare quality in leadership. Duke’s
Hours later, the entire country was abuzz. A breaking news clip with several variations was trending across every media platform. Phones chimed with notifications. Screens in salons, cafés, and offices glowed with the same footage.Jane stood outside the gate of her father’s house, surrounded by a sea of flashing cameras and muffled murmurs from reporters. Her face was bare, her eyes red-rimmed but determined. She held the mic tightly, as if drawing courage from its weight.“This is an apology to Duke Anderson and his family. This is also an apology to Prime Minister George James and his family. I am sorry for my utterances. It was a prank that went too far. I didn’t mean to say those things. I had no right. Everything was fake. I know nothing of a contract. I hope he can forgive me. I hope everyone can forgive me, but I am prepared to accept responsibility for my actions. I also apologize to my family for all this. Once again, I am sorry.”Her voice trembled as she spoke, but her wor
Jane seemed to be expecting Dominic’s call. She answered before the second ring.“Wow,” she said, her voice light, almost amused. “Everyone seems to want to talk to me. And by everyone, I mean your friend Mike—and of course, you.”“You believe this is a game, right?”“I’m not playing a game, Dominic.”“Then what is this?”“Love.”“Love?” he echoed, unable to believer her delusion.“You are worth fighting for. I can make this all go away with a public apology—but only if you promise to come back to me. We can start all over.”Dominic fell silent. She mistook the pause for hope, or worse, acceptance.“I knew you’d be reasonable,” she said gently. “You’ve always been reasonable, love.”He inhaled deeply, trying to calm the slow-burning anger rising in his chest. It helped—a little.“Jane.”“Yes, sweetheart?”“Where are you?”“At home,” she replied. “You have the address. I’m sure the separation didn’t make you forget.”“How could I?” Dominic said evenly.“Great.”“I’m on my way.”“To talk
Dominic shook hands with his associates inside his new boardroom, the walls still bare, wires exposed, and paint buckets tucked in corners. The long glass table gleamed beneath the overhead lights, even though the room around it still smelled faintly of plaster and fresh paint.He was glad the meeting was over. One by one, they filed out, murmuring quick goodbyes, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.Outside the boardroom, the entire building buzzed with motion—engineers in hard hats, designers measuring walls, delivery people hauling in furniture and cables. But Dominic’s mind wasn’t there.One of the engineers stayed behind to brief him on progress—logistics, electrical plans, a minor plumbing reroute—but his words washed over Dominic like static. Something was off. The silence at home, the unfinished conversation with Andra... it tugged at his thoughts."Sir, I assure you. Everything will be done well.""I don't fully trust you because you said this office was ready. Just move
It was nighttime, and Dominic lay in bed with Andra nestled in his arms. The room was bathed in the soft glow of amber light from a single wall sconce. Outside, the distant hum of the city filtered through the closed windows, muffled and unobtrusive. Inside, there was only quiet and warmth.She kissed him, and he responded—claiming her lips with intensity. There was something different in the way he held her now, something primal, protective. The brewing trouble had ignited a fierce need in him to keep her safe, close. He drew her in tighter, cherishing the feel of her body in his arms.Andra's breath hitched, growing feverish with need under his touch. He loved how she responded to him, but he paused and whispered against her lips, "I would prefer you heal."She nodded, eyes dark with longing, and he simply held her for a moment longer. Then, he leaned in, voice warm against her ear."I think I know how to help you heal faster."Intrigued, she looked up at him, but he didn’t say more.
The recording studio was quiet—almost sacred in its silence. Thick soundproof walls hugged the room, absorbing every stray noise, while the faint hum of high-end recording equipment gave the space a subtle, ambient buzz. LED strips glowed soft amber along the edges of the ceiling, casting a warm light over sleek consoles, monitors, and a glass-paneled vocal booth beyond.On the artist’s lounge side, a deep velvet couch sat tucked beneath acoustic foam panels shaped like art. The room smelled faintly of cinnamon and cedar—Molly’s signature tea steaming in a ceramic mug beside her.She sat cross-legged on the couch, effortlessly stylish in an oversized graphic tee and studio joggers. Her free hand rested on Andra’s, fingers gently curled around hers. Andra looked out through the soundproof glass toward the booth, then down at their interlaced hands.“He was gentle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the mics might still be live. “It wasn’t what I expected. No pain, no we